Is it just me, or
did a stouter sun try
searing through the clouds this morning?
Am I wrong, or
did a sweeter smell of
mud float by on fresher air?
If it seems I'm
dreaming spring, if the
thaw is just a thought I'm having,
Just leave me
be and let my everbearing
adverbs cast their shams of shadows--
My concept
may be sleepy, but
it's hard work building strawberries.
